^^Yeah, I'd like to see that too.
My old teacher told our class about how her first apartment was haunted. When she was home alone, stuff like the stereo or microwave would randomly turn on, lights would flicker, stuff would get knocked down off shelves. When she and her husband first got married they had those bride and groom figurines from the cake, sitting on a shelf, and when they'd come home the bride one would always be face down next to the husband, or in the blender or somewhere "dead". And another time, she and her husband were in bed and the bit of mattress in front of her started squishing down like someone was stepping or kneeling on it. Then the next night she was home alone and her aunt called and all the lights went out, and books started flying off the shelves so she fucking sprinted out of there. She asked the landlady about it after about a month, and apparently some widow who lived there before them was murdered in the apartment. Then they moved out and it never happened again.
"…when a calendar comes to the end of a cycle, it just rolls over into the next cycle. In our Western society, every year 31 December is followed, not by the End of the World, but by 1 January. So 126.96.36.199.0 in the Mayan calendar will be followed by 0.0.0.0.1 - or good-ol' 22 December 2012, with only a few shopping days left to Christmas." - Excerpt from Dr Karl's "Great Moments in Science".